Drifting Towards You

"do not……"

Su Xiangwan shuddered around his body, a somewhat stiff ring around his neck.

Mu Beiting arched his back, breathing heavily.

The gloomy sight fell on the woman's snow-white skin, and an inch of light and dark flames ignited in her eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed her neck, and opened a few strands of hair that were in the way.

Really he|Scent of the fuck!

The faint fragrance of jasmine on her body, like a deadly poppy, crawled through every inch of his texture, like fire, clamoring in the body, like blood, tumbling and boiling.

There was fine sweat on his forehead, and he could hardly control it.

She stretched out her hand to stop her, her voice a little teary: "Don't..."

He ignored her, grabbed her small hand, inserted her big hand between her fingers, and pressed it against his ear.

He kissed the delicate collarbone, and said in a low voice: "It's late."

The next moment.

Without waiting for her to be prepared, he completely occupied her body.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes were stained with tears: "Woo...it hurts..."

He sighed comfortably.

He lowered his head and kissed her teardrops softly, and the fine kisses fell on her earlobes again, biting and licking and coaxing: "Be good."

The beast in his body is like a wild horse running out of rein.

I don't know how long she had passed, she softly shrank into his arms.

The temperature in the room was scorching and scary, and the air was filled with a thick and charming smell.

The sweat of the two sticks together, but he likes it indescribably. .

His big hand rubbed her fragrant shoulder lightly, with some aftertaste.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the rare woman in her arms, her voice lazily: "Do it again?"

"No!"

Su Xiangwan froze in his body and hurriedly objected.

But the voice heard in his ears, but it was soft and waxy, like honey that couldn't be melted, and there were sweet bubbles in the jar.

He chuckled and hugged her to himself with his long arms.

She pressed against his chest and whispered: "Don't make trouble, you still have injuries!"

Su Xiangwan was a little anxious.

He stared at her with dark eyes, and slowly curled the corners of his lips with languidness: "Distressed?"

Su Xiangwan unnaturally avoided his sight, pulled the quilt between her and his chest, biting his lip and making no sound.

He provoked her to become addicted, and repeatedly rubbed her back with his big hands, as if a spur of electric current surged.

She was silent, and he was a little dissatisfied.

Pulling over the obstructing quilt, gently pinched her delicate chin, and said solemnly: "Speak."

"Don't..." Su Xiangwan flattened his mouth and opened his hand silently.

He raised his eyebrows and tapped his fingertips on the gully of her hips: "I want to listen to you."

Su Xiangwan caught his messy big hand, leaned his small face against his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, still silent.

"En?" There was a hint of danger in his voice, and his knees were slightly arched.

Su Xiangwan's little blush was almost dripping with water, he bit his lip, and sighed softly.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Well, distressed."

A faint breath fell on his chest, and his whole body became stiff.

She said she felt distressed, as if she wanted his life!

Damn, I can't bear it anymore.

When the words fell, he rolled over and pressed her under him again.

Mu Beiting tossed her fiercely, his eyes blushing.

A few drops of sweat dripped from the hair on her forehead, falling on her snow-white body, turning into crystals.

Su Xiangwan cried intermittently, as if being thrown into the clouds.

After the initial pain passed, it became extremely irritating and hearty.

In the middle of the night, intermittent sobs and begging for mercy echoed in the room.

"Woo... don't... Mu Beiting... you let me go! Bastard!"

"Um... I... don't..."

"Woo...please..."